You Complete Me novel (Skylar and Coralie)

Chapter 481

"Where are you going?" Franklin pulled Lucille into his arms. His pajamas were loose, and his strong

muscles were glued to Lucille's hips.

"I, I..."

Lucille felt the man's breath with the hot air in the bathroom behind her ears. His breathing was heavy,

and she was a little speechless for a while.

"I've helped you so much today. Don't you want to thank me?" Franklin turned the woman around and

yanked the bath towel from her hand with force...

He restored the woman to what she looked like when he came in.

"Thank you, thank you..." Lucille certainly knew what he meant. Her hot face was redder than the time

when she had the allergic reaction. "I will go out and wait for you."

"I want to do it here."

As soon as the man's voice fell, he took Lucille in his arms and walked into the shower. Hot water

flowed over their bodies in an instant.

The shower area became their 'battle field'.

Early the next morning.

Lucille got up early as usual, and Marie was in the kitchen whisking eggs. When she saw Lucille

coming down, she quickly said, "Good morning, Miss Lucille."

"Marie, let me make breakfast."

Although Franklin found a servant for Lucille, he had always asked Lucille to prepare breakfast for him.

"No, it's my duty. How can I let you cook, Miss Lucille?"

"No, Mr. Moore probably likes my cooking," Lucille said, and she was a little shy.

Marie thought this was a gesture of love between them. She gave in and said, "Then I'll help you. Just

tell me what you need."

"Okay." Lucille agreed as she took out the tableware and ordered, "You can help me whisk four eggs."

Marie added while she helped, "Miss Lucille, I've always heard from Madam Alma and Miss Natasha NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

that Mr. Moore is a playboy. He has been with many women. Hence, he must have treated you poorly.

At that time, I was extremely worried about you, but I saw his reaction yesterday, and I know that there

are some things that you really have to see with your own eyes."

The day before, although Franklin was not very enthusiastic about Lucille, he was surely interested in

her.

Marie was finally assured.

"Well, he is very kind to me," Lucille answered, with a faint smile on her face.

She was very satisfied with their current relationship.

"What did you say about me?"

Franklin also came down when breakfast was ready. He wore a light-colored suit, his hair was combed

neatly, and there was a faint smile at the corners of his mouth. He looked handsome and charming.

"It's nothing. Breakfast is ready." Lucille quickly divided the breakfast and did not forget to prepare a

portion for Marie.

During breakfast, Lucille claimed, "Mr. Moore, I've recently applied to become a research student of a

professor at the University of Arts. The professor asked me to go to his office this afternoon and said

that he wanted to talk to me. I should be back before dinner."

"Go ahead." Franklin did not care about these things.

"Okay."

"However." Just after he agreed, Franklin paused and continued, "Don't call me Mr. Moore. Don't you

feel uncomfortable? Come on, call me hubby."

The man looked at her with his excited eyes. At that moment, he actually looked forward to it.

"I am used to calling you that..." In fact, Lucille had wanted to call him 'hubby' for a long time, but she

was a little shy when he suddenly requested for her to address him as that.

"Not doing that? Then, I'll think about where to do it tonight. I think the French window is..."

"Hubby!"

Without waiting for Franklin to finish his words, Lucille shouted quickly.

The only problem was that her voice was a little soft.

"I can't hear you." Franklin's mouth was curved into a smile, like a smirk.

"You..." Lucille's face turned red, and she plucked up the courage to shout, "Hubby!"

"Good, my good wife." Franklin reached out his hand and gently brushed the woman's long, slightly

curly hair with his slender fingers. "I'm going to work now. I'll be back on time tonight."

It was obvious that he was in a good mood.

When Lucille heard the man calling her 'my wife', she was shy but felt very happy at the same time.

Lucille went to University of Arts after lunch.

Yet, when she pushed the professor's office door open, she saw an empty desk in front of her. At a

smaller table next to it sat a young man.

"Hello, is Professor Garth here?" Lucille asked respectfully.

The young man was immersed in playing with his mobile phone. When he heard someone's voice, he

raised his head. As soon as he saw her, he was stunned. "Lucille?"

The young man was no other than Lucille's senior in high school, Ethan Harris.

At that time, she had a good relationship with him. He had to transfer to another school in the second

year of high school. Lucille wanted to send him off, but she accidentally ate some chili that day and had

rashes on her face. Ethan was so surprised that he vomited at that time.

After that, they never saw each other again.

However, the incident had seriously affected Lucille's self-esteem.

When she saw Ethan, the unpleasant feelings from high school emerged in her mind. Lucille asked

emotionlessly, "Is Professor Garth not here?"

"Are you the one who wanted to become Professor Garth's research student? He has an urgent

meeting at the moment and will arrive later. He told me to wait for you here and to tell you to wait for

him for a while."

"Then I'll wait outside."

Lucille was about to go out after she spoke, but Ethan stepped forward and stood in front of her.

"Lucille, are you angry with me for the incident that happened during our second year in high school? I

was young at that time. Hence, I could not control myself and had vomited. But if it was now, I would

definitely not have done that and would not have left."

Lucille wanted to leave, but Ethan blocked the door tightly. She could only say, "Well, I don't blame you.

Can I trouble you to step aside?"

"Lucille, are you still angry with me? You can rest assured that I will let Professor Garth accept you. We

will be in the same department in the future. I will do well and let you change your opinion of me."

Ethan leaned forward and looked at Lucille, who looked almost the same as she did in high school. He

asked, "Can we still be like how we were in high school?"

"Ethan, I'm married. Please don't say anything inappropriate."

She looked up at Ethan's face slightly and felt a sudden churn in her stomach. She quickly covered her

mouth to look for the trash can.

When she found the trash can in the corner, she ran over and attempted to vomit.

However, she could not spit anything out.

"Do I look... so nauseating?"

Ethan stood up straight with an innocent face.

"No..." Although Lucille had never experienced this before, her common sense told her what the

retching meant.

"Lucille, are you... pregnant?"

"Ethan, please tell Professor Garth that I'm not feeling well today and we'll meet again another day!"

Lucille said and pushed the door open, leaving Ethan behind.

When she realized what might happen, she was extremely excited.

In order to confirm the accuracy, Lucille took a taxi to the nearest hospital. She registered herself, had

her blood drawn and then showed the test report to the doctor. After that, she got an accurate answer.

That night, when Franklin pushed open the door and walked into the house, Lucille hid the test results

behind her back and jumped in front of him like a happy bird. "Hubby, are you back?"

"Why are you so happy? Is there any good news?" It was rare to see Lucille smile so happily.

"Well..." Lucille showed the test results to Franklin and said nervously, "I'm pregnant."

In the past, she was unsure whether Franklin would be happy, but now she was sure that he would be.

However, when Franklin heard the news, the smile on his face froze at the corner of his mouth.